Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
snowflake
Wen Yiduo
When a snowflake leaves the blue sky,
He floated around and said, "Goodbye!
Goodbye, dear cloud, you are so cold! "
Then gently step forward.
When a snowflake finds the bottom of a tree,
"Hello!" He said-"You're safe!
You are so naked and lonely, dear,
I want to rest, not ask all my companions to come. "
But a snowflake, brave and kind,
When staying at the bottom of a beautiful woman's cheek,
He was taken aback. "What a fine day!
Is this summer? "-he melted.
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
snow
Wen Yiduo
There are countless fluffy smallpox scattered at night.
Woven into a beautiful coat,
Gently put the gaunt world,
Wrapped up from head to toe;
Add a layer of mourning to the dead.
Iraq buried a fish scale roof,
But I can't bury cigarettes on the roof.
Ah! Wisps of smoke!
Like a poet's upward soul,
Penetrating your body: going straight to heaven.
Struggling wind and frost ravaged the world,
Trembling creatures in the forest have been fighting for a long time.
The last thing I saw was Edith,
Everyone cheered: "Peace has arrived and the struggle has been successful.
Isn't this the white flag that surrendered at the end of winter? "